Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.